{ "submission_id": "836202", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "1209", "keyword_name": "bdsm", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "23424" }, { "keyword_id": "1448", "keyword_name": "bestiality", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7258" }, { "keyword_id": "378", "keyword_name": "bondage", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "73430" }, { "keyword_id": "12746", "keyword_name": "caribou", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "777" }, { "keyword_id": "165751", "keyword_name": "fall of equestria", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "263" }, { "keyword_id": "123", "keyword_name": "female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1093270" }, { "keyword_id": "967", "keyword_name": "impregnation", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "16700" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1201277" }, { "keyword_id": "81751", "keyword_name": "misogyny", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "161" }, { "keyword_id": "6106", "keyword_name": "my little pony", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "64639" }, { "keyword_id": "33540", "keyword_name": "my little pony friendship is magic", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "25665" }, { "keyword_id": "1492", "keyword_name": "pony", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "106685" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "7", "create_datetime": "2015-04-20 18:16:33.310439+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "20 Apr 2015 20:16 CEST", "last_file_update_datetime": "2015-04-20 18:11:14.461511+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "20 Apr 2015 20:11 CEST", "username": "m3chaw0lf", "user_id": "47205", "user_icon_file_name": "18488_m3chaw0lf_mechaavatareu6.gif", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/18/18488_m3chaw0lf_mechaavatareu6.gif", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/18/18488_m3chaw0lf_mechaavatareu6.gif", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/18/18488_m3chaw0lf_mechaavatareu6.gif", "file_name": "1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "files": [ { "file_id": "1135515", "file_name": "1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/1135/1135515_m3chaw0lf_chapter_3.doc", "mimetype": "application/msword", "submission_id": "836202", "user_id": "47205", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "122694d4d6f54ad2cc4871a5d49668a9", "full_file_md5": "122694d4d6f54ad2cc4871a5d49668a9", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2015-04-20 18:11:14.461511+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "20 Apr 2015 20:11 CEST" } ], "pools": [ { "pool_id": "22752", "name": "Fall of equestria: Tainted minds", "description": "My own fall of equestria series based on the tumblr found here:\n\nhttp://thefallofequestria.tumblr.com/\n\nwarning, adult themes and content.", "count": "4", "submission_left_submission_id": "679666", "submission_left_file_name": "900683_m3chaw0lf_chapter_2.doc", "submission_right_submission_id": "1131221", "submission_right_file_name": "1570281_m3chaw0lf_chapter_4.doc" } ], "description": "The third chapter to my Fall of Equestria series fanfiction I have been working, edited by the creator of the series himself.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The third chapter to my Fall of Equestria series fanfiction I have been working, edited by the creator of the series himself.", "writing": "Tainted Minds, Chapter 3\n\nOnce again, Mindstorm felt the sharp sting as Alvis struck her across the face.  “DAMMIT MINDSTORM!  YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF LORD DAINN!  KEEP SILENT!”  The Caribou growled, rubbing his hands together before he picked her back up off the floor.  “Am I understood?!”\n\nThe unicorn panted, trying to regain her own composure as she looked up.  “But this is wrong!  You said Fauna and Maelstrom would be married!” \n\n“Slavery is marriage by our laws.  Now, if you want to keep that red collar and all its benefits, shut up!”  He slammed her back down to the ground, turning back to Alvis.  “Yes, they will need to be rehabilitated to our culture, but I want to be careful about it.  I do not want to lose their brilliance.”\n\nMindstorm panted as she looked around the room.  Dainn, the ruler of the Caribou, was sitting upon the throne where Celestia once sat, with both Celestia and Luna on either side.  Both princesses were nude, gagged, and held upside down with their legs forced apart by the straps that they were bound to.  A pitiful sight to say the least.  Alvis was standing five feet opposite of him, with Mindstorm on the floor next to him.\n\nDainn sighed.  “You know the consequences of free thinking among the women.  Yes, I understand their value to our new nation and do not object to repurposing the research facility.  I’m just worried of the result of putting such intelligent ponies in the same room unsupervised.  You already saw her trying to reach out to a runaway.”\n\nEarlier, Mindstorm had tried to temporarily re-attach her horn.  Horn removal was uncommon in Equestria before the Fall, but not unheard of, usually accidental.  Appropriate medical research was done.  If a unicorn put her horn back on her head and applied some sort of temporary adhesive, it would, over time, reattach itself.  In addition, during the repair process, the unicorn could still use her magical abilities.  Mindstorm took advantage of this to contact Soul Fire, giving the mare the choice to flee before Hunters could find her.\n\n“She still clings to her old ways and culture, valuing such mediocre ideas as friendship and love.  A few weeks, maybe a month in re-ed and it will be cast out of her.  But as I said, I want to be careful about it.  As you can see in her notes, she and her team have a complete understanding of economics, culture, and every form of science.  I do not want to lose all this simply because I want her to be the obedient slut she should be.” Alvis held her horn tight in one hand, keeping it as far away from Mindstorm’s reach as possible.\n\n“What I would like to know is why some of this research wasn’t implemented in the first place.  Distributable electricity; this research is over seven years old.  Had they implemented it that early, they might have stood a chance against our warriors.”  Dainn was browsing through the research notes as he spoke, taking notes on the side.\n\n“Well, I believe you will find the answer to your right.”  Alvis pointed to Celestia.\n\nDainn sighed and undid the gag to the former ruler of Equestria.  “Speak, you royal slut.”\n\nCelestia coughed several fits, taking deep breaths before she finally spoke.  “At the time, the development would have cost Equestria a fortune.  Only the richest of the rich would be able to afford the commodity.  I wanted the center to develop ways to distribute it cheaply and, more importantly at the time, fairly.”\n\nDainn gave out a grunt of disapproval before immediately shoving the gag back into Celestia’s mouth, shaking his head.  “An understandable desire, but foolish all the same.”  He turned to Mindstorm, his face stern.  “You, mare, will be rehabilitated until you find a better understanding and acceptance of your place.  I am not unsympathetic towards you, but that does not change anything.  You are still beneath us.  It is a great privilege to allow you to continue your team’s research to better your new rulers, your fellow ponies, and your new home, but it is nothing more than a privilege and it can just as easily be taken away.”\n\nAlvis then turned to her, picking her up so she was eye level with him.  “I have been far more generous and kind than any other of my brethren would allow.  But you are still a female.  You are still nothing in our society and will remain that way.  You think you were clever when you talked of conspiracy to Fauna under your breath?  You will not leap at the chance to resist us.  You will embrace our rule, love our cocks, and serve our needs unto the end of your life.”\n\nMindstorm just stared, trying to change herself in that instant.  She could say a multitude of things, all of them would undoubtedly get her in trouble.  Mentally eliminating each verbal option, she finally stuck with silence, remaining unwilling to speak.  This caused Alvis’ lips to curve into a smile.  “Silence.  The best answer you can give.  There is hope for you yet.”  He set her back down, letting her stand on her feet.\n\nDainn smiled.  “How about a wager then?  I think you should let them go through Vilvite’s rehabilitation.  If they come out of it molded perfectly into our society with their brilliant minds intact, I will not only endorse the research center, I will see to it that they will be given special collars, indicating that they are part of the scientific workforce.”\n\nAlvis turned to his ruler, hearing the proposal.  “And if they cannot, well then they are hardly fit for the institution and are nothing more than lab rats for our own science teams.  I think this sounds fair.  I will see to it that they are delivered to the re-education center as soon as possible.  First, I will get them all together and wait for the one called Soul Fire.  I would rather like to get them all done and taken care with at one time.”  He grabbed Mindstorm’s leash, tugging her out.  “Come, slave.”\n\n“Y-yes, master.”  Mindstorm pitifully followed, trying to keep her head as high as she could hold it.  She had done the right thing in surrendering.  She spent many hours convincing herself of it.  But this was hard on her mind, body, and spirit.  She started doubting herself, wondering if she should have run away with the other refugees that elected to do so.\n\nAlvis yanked her up so she was walking next to him.  “You realize I will have to punish you severely for speaking without permission in front of our mutual lord?”\n\n“I understand, Master.”\n\n“No, you don’t.  Otherwise you would not have done it in the first place.”  He tugged on her leash aggressively, nearly dragging her across the floor as they walked.  “We will be staying in at your research center while they repurpose it until your friend is returned to us, then you will all be sent to the re-education center, where your mind and body will be altered to fit our lifestyle.  I don’t expect you to enjoy your new place in life now.  Rather, I know you will love it when your therapy is done.”  He smiled as he dragged her along out of the palace.\n\nOutside the entrance, a war-beast was waiting, with a carriage harnessed to him as he waited patiently to be ushered forward.  The rest of Mindstorm’s research team was already gathered around the transport, waiting for their new Master’s return.  Upon his arrival, the males of the group walked inside one by one, pulling their slaves behind them.\n\nOnce the journey started, the in-carriage orgy immediately began.  Maelstrom was already balls-deep in his newly registered slave, Fauna.  He moaned softly, feeling up her large, tender breasts.  “Mmh, you really love having these things played with, don’t you?”  He chuckled, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he balls smacked over and over against her clitoris.\n\nFauna was clearly distraught.  Her eyes told everything to those who knew how to read them.  She still loved him and always would, and she was very happy to spend time with him.  But at the same time, she was heartbroken over the sudden change of culture.  She wanted wedding bells, her gown, the whole works.  Instead, she was written off as property to her fiancé.\n\nThe mare squealed with each thrust, gritting her teeth as her owner roughly handled her breasts.  “N-not so rough!  It hurts!”  She quivered, jerking forward with each thrust.\n\nMaelstrom’s only reply was a hard smack against her ass.  “You are my slave, and I will treat you how I wish.”  He simply continued, not letting up on the poor mare.\n\nThe other ponies weren’t doing so much different.  Current was deep in his slave, formerly wife, Electra.  He smiled as he used his horn to cast bursts of electricity onto Electra’s sensitive body parts, causing her to shriek and moan in a strange euphoria of pain and pleasure as their two sexes met repeatedly.\n\nMindstorm finally got a look at her former assistant, Sky Heart.  She was between two Caribou scientists that Alvis had brought with them.  On her back, a red plastic wrap had taken place of her wings, holding her wing bones in place, but it looked very comfortable for her, which was what the poor pony deserved.  The Pegasus gulped and gagged on one cock as the other pounded her cunt.  She was shoved back and forth between the two, her eyes rolling back as her tail swayed back and forth, her ears flickering around. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as she hugged the Caribou in front of her.\n\nMindstorm, however, would get the worst.  She was suddenly grabbed by a new creature she hadn’t seen.  Clearly female, her breasts and butt were well endowed.  She was rather striking, her bottom half much furrier than her top as her legs wrapped around her hoofed feet.  Mindstorm looked back at Alvis, who was sitting directly behind her.  “I-is this a female of your kind, Master?”\n\n“Very good, Mindstorm.”  He smiled as the female Caribou shoved the mare onto her back.  The slave forced the unicorn’s mouth straight up into Alvis’ cock.  Her eyes were directly underneath the Caribou’s musky balls.  She struggled slightly, but stopped almost immediately when she was as comfortable as she could get under the circumstances.  “Good, you’ve stopped struggling and remember your place.  Still, I have to begin at least part of your education.  Fetch me the chains, Nysviena.”\n\nAt first, Mindstorm was content where she was, pushing her head back and forth to please her master.  Each thrust caused her nose to smack into Alvis’ testicles.  Every breath she took filled her lungs with his musky aroma.  Her mind was going wild from the scent and she didn’t care what the female Caribou was doing.  That is, until she felt the sharp teeth of what felt like alligator clips clamping down on her.  One was attached to each of her nipples while a third attached to her clitoris.  She yelped and twitched around, trying to pull herself out of her master’s cock, only to have the female named Nysviena hold her in place, guiding her head back up and down Alvis’ cock.\n\n“Very good.  Now, some quick rules.  Mares, listen well, as your former administrator was remiss in these laws.”  He yanked on the chain hard, causing Mindstorm to cry out muffled screams into his cock.  Her nipples and clitoris were painfully being stretched as Alvis continued.  “Lord Dainn is to be addressed as ‘My Lord.’”  He let go for a few seconds before yanking again, giving Mindstorm very little respite.  “You will kneel on your knees and elbows as low as you can be until he tells you to rise, unless you are in the middle of a task, in which case you will do so when finished.”  Again, he relaxed his yanking before tightening it again.  “When he tells you to rise, you will stay on your knees, indicating you are still unworthy compared to him.”  He let go again.  “Next rule, while I value all of you for your clearly demonstrated brilliance,” he gave the chain another hard yank, “You will not be allowed freedom to speak until you have finished your rehabilitation.  If you have research ideas before then, keep them in your head.”  He slacked once more.  Mindstorm moaned and squirmed, a massive penis still deep in her mouth as she writhed in pain.\n\nThe Caribou master finally let go of the chain, no longer needing it to emphasize his points.  “Go ahead and take this off of her, cow.  I will need your help punishing this mare.”  The female was clearly eager, clapping her hands together before removing the chain.  “Of course Master.  We will make sure she is punished heavily for offending you and My Lord!”\n\nAlvis smiled, gently groping one of her well sized breasts.  “Indeed we will.  Take note of Nysviena here, mares.  Learn your place from her.”  He reached down, pulling Mindstorm’s head all the way up into his cock.  He grunted softly as he casually came down her throat.\n\nThe unicorn couldn’t believe how nonchalant he was about getting a blowjob and ejaculating down her throat.  It was like he was almost oblivious to it.  Was sex really so casual in the Caribou lifestyle?  Or was his mental fortitude so high as to keep his composure under such circumstances?  It hardly mattered now.  She had committed unpleasant actions against her Master and his Lord, and she would be punished for it.  There would be nothing she could do to escape it.\n\nFor now, however, everyone was content on using their new toys.  After he came, Alvis pulled Mindstorm out from under him.  “So, let’s play with that plump, lovely little ass of yours.”  He easily picked her up, slamming her ass down onto his still hard cock.  She let out a loud moan as she was penetrated.  She clenched her fingers together as his massive penis stretched her out.\n\nThe Caribou smiled, bouncing her up and down along him as he beckoned his slave cow to them.  “Eat her out…painfully.”  His other slave smiled broadly, sinking her teeth right into Mindstorm’s labia.\n\nThe poor unicorn screamed and twitched around, trying to kick the female Caribou off, only to be held down by her master.  The two of them abused both the mare’s holes.  Alvis slammed up and down into her ass, using his strong, large hands to hold her arms against her side as he bounced her on him like a large sex doll.  Nysviena wasn’t being any less merciful, biting down on her vulva and clitoris.\n\nMindstorm cried out, trying to beg them to stop. “N-no more!  Stop biting!  I’ll be good!  I will never speak out again!”  Her legs were kicking around, missing the cow each time.  Alvis only pulled her head closer, whispering to her.  “I know you won’t.”  He gently licked and nibbled on her ears, causing the mare’s eyes to roll upwards.\n\nThe carriage orgy lasted all through their travel, cum coating the mares and the carriage.  Finally, after what seemed to be hours of travel, the carriage had arrived back to their old research station.  Mindstorm wanted to be the first one out.  She wanted to be the first to see what Alvis had turned her beautiful center into.  But Alvis reminded her of her place, yanking her by the neck back into the carriage before she even finished her first step to the door.  “Not your turn, slave.”\n\nMindstorm whimpered as she watched everyone else exit the carriage first before Alvis finally yanked her out the carriage.  She was pulled with so much force that her face hit the dirt next to the carriage.  “Pick yourself up, Mindstorm.  You have a long night ahead of you.”  The unicorn looked up to see a horrifying sight.\n\nHer research center was being completely rebuilt from the ground up.  Some of the rooms and equipment were being recycled, but they were scattered and few.  She looked at the massive letters off to the side that would replace the title of the facility.  It only took a few minutes, but she mentally put together the letters and quickly figured out what the name of the new facility would be.\n\n“Horny Cunt’s Institution of Lust and Sexual Research,” she spoke solemnly.\n\n“Good job, Mindstorm.  Now move it.  Our temporary living quarters are already set.  So spend your time getting used to your new roles.  Nysviena, you are with me.”  Alvis dragged his slave off to what was the largest tent in the construction site.  Mindstorm couldn’t stop to see where her friends were being dragged off to.  All she could see was the massive crowd of stallions and caribou working the reconstruction.\n\nThe poor mare was shoved into the tent.  Inside was a spectacle she had never seen before.  Strange contraptions, all obviously meant for sex, had been place everywhere around the room.  Whips, dildos, and dozens of various toys were carefully organized on the tables.  In the corner was a very elegant bed with two cages on the side.  The cages were lined on the bottom with cloth fragments, leaf bedding and a blanket.  Hardly comfortable, but obviously meant for herself and Nysviena.\n\nThe cow behind her pushed above Mindstorm’s center of gravity, causing her to fall down on top of a metal bar.  One by one, she shackled the mare’s wrists and hooves to the ground, leaving her bending forward with her ass high and exposed as Alvis picked up a large, wooden paddle.  “You need to learn your place properly and quickly, mare.”  He walked over, clapping the large face of the paddle into his hands as Mindstorm struggled.\n\n“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I won’t do it again!  Please don’t hurt me!”  The mare was easily held in place by the bonds as Alvis walked behind her.\n\n“No, you won’t.”  He raised the paddle up and brought it down hard against Mindstorm’s large, plump ass.  The mare let out a loud scream as the sharp sting resonated into her body.  “Why did you try to contact Soul Fire?”  He lifted the paddle and brought it down again, her ass jiggling with the hard smack.  “Did you think she could escape?”  Again, he gave her rump another whack, and again, Mindstorm let out a cry of anguish.  “Did you think she could evade our hunters?”  And another.\n\n“AH!  I-I wanted to g-give her the right to choose.”  Tears fell from Mindstorm’s eyes, her butt stinging from the constant slaps.  She let out yet another scream as she was slapped again.  “B-b-b-but, I told her she should surrender.  I told her that if she didn’t you would hunt her down.”\n\n“That does not redeem you for anything!” He pulled back the paddle and brought it down upon her for another scream of pain.  “You are nothing but a slut!  Meant for us to assimilate!” He brought his paddle down again.  “The fact that you are the smartest mares makes you and your team far more useful than any slave ever,” he slammed down the paddle even harder than the last few times, “but if you keep this up,” he brought the paddle down once more with every syllable, “you will not be allowed to continue your work!”  He panted, staring down angrily at his slave before tossing the paddle to Nysviena, stopping his abuse as he looked at her glowing red ass.  “I understand how you must feel.  Truly, I do.  No one likes being a slave to someone else, especially when it is someone else’s fault, in this case, your Princesses.  But you have been conquered and assimilated.  You and your entire team will be placed into rehabilitation.  And when you come out of it, you will either be willing slaves that will contribute everything you have to furthering the advances of your new home, or you will be broken shells that demand nothing but sex.”  He grunted at Nysviena, who immediately undid the shackles holding Mindstorm.  “From now on,” he picked her up by her mane, pulling her face to his, “you are mine to do with as I wish.”\n\nMindstorm blushed, quivering and crying as she was forced to stare into Alvis’ eyes.  In them, she saw no remorse and no respect.  All she saw was desire.  A want to use her however he wished.  For the rest of her life, she would be nothing more than his plaything.  And it both terrified and excited her.\n\nAlvis held her up by her wrists, easily carrying her to a corner of the tent.  The unicorn panted, looking over to what Alvis was taking her to.  A wall mount had been planted into the ground, with metal shackles that would hold all four of her limbs in an X shaped position.  On the top was a head restraint of some sort.\n\nOne by one, Alvis attached each limb to the shackles before letting her hang.  “Now, my slave Nysviena and I will show you how to properly please your master.”  He grinned as he strapped the mare’s head to the restraint.  Immediately, Mindstorm tested it, realizing she couldn’t turn her head away in any direction.  Her face was forced to gaze upon her master’s bed, where Nysviena was already waiting for her master, flashing her soaked, eager cunt.  Alvis smiled as he walked over, his cow eagerly waiting for him.\n\nMIndstorm watched as the two went at it almost immediately.  Alvis buried his cock into Nysviena, pounding back and forth with a loud, wet slap.  The cow let out uncontrollable moans, filling the tent with her sounds of ecstasy.  She kept trying to turn her face to look away, unable to divert her gaze due to the restraint.  She tried closing her eyes, but the sounds still echoed all around her.  No matter the method, she could not drive away the clear evidence that two Caribou were pounding each other like they were in heat.\n\nNysviena giggled and licked at her master’s chest, digging her fingers into the bed.  Her mind was simple.  This was all she wanted and needed; her master pounding her cunt mercilessly.  “OOOOH!  OH, MASTER, BREED ME!  GIVE ME ANOTHER BABY!”  She hung her tongue from her mouth, panting with lust.  Her legs lifted up high in the air, allowing him to push deeper into her loins.\n\nAlvis grinned down at her, happy to oblige.  He slammed his phallus back and forth harder and faster, dripping and sloshing precum and vaginal juices everywhere inside his brood-slave.  It wasn’t long until he finally came, diving his cock all the way into her as semen unloaded directly into her womb, impregnating her with another young fawn.\n\nMindstorm couldn’t believe it.  These two just made a baby, not even thinking about the future or anything else.  It was a spur of the moment and neither of them cared she was pregnant.  She became oblivious to the trail of juices streaking down her cunt, more intrigued by how this couple was acting in front of her.  What made it more amazing was that, almost immediately, the two went at it again.  All it took was one simple phrase.  “Fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.”  With that, the two went at it again.\n\nFor hours, the unicorn was forced to watch the two of them breed over and over, semen dripping all over the bed from Nysviena’s tight brood hole, pausing only to change positions.  The mare quivered and struggled, unable to bear the site.  With every pounding, every moan, every orgasm, she was going crazier and crazier from her own sexual desire.  She wanted him.  She didn’t want that breeding slut, Nysviena, to have him anymore.  She wanted him to herself.\n\n“STOP THIS, PLEASE!”\n\nWith those three words, the two Caribou halted their motions, looking at Mindstorm.  Her legs were dripping with her juices.  Her nipples were hard enough to poke a hole in plastic wrap.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  “Fuck me!  Just fuck me!  I need it!”\n\nAlvis laughed and got up from Nysviena, walking slowly to his new slave.  His massive cock was erect, pointing straight towards the mare.  “And how should I fuck you, slave?”\n\n“I-I don’t care!  I want something inside me, please!”\n\nThe buck undid her bonds before carrying her to yet another piece of bondage equipment.  This one was a padded bench with four restraints on the legs.  Once more, she was restrained one limb at a time until she was laying on the bench, face up.  She was finally going to get the sex she needed.\n\nBut there would, of course, be a stipulation.  Immediately, she found Nysviena straddling her head and slamming her well fucked sex against the mare’s lips.  Mindstorm blushed and semen and vaginal juices flowed from the cow onto her face. Nysviena grumbled.  “She’s not licking me, master.”\n\nImmediately, Mindstorm rectified this, licking away at the cow’s twat.  But it was too late.  She felt that familiar pain in her clit and nipples as Alvis clamped down what felt like the same chain she had worn on the carriage.  “We’re really going to have to get you your piercings.  At least because you’re a red, you’ll get the anesthetic.”  He gave the mare a hard yank on the chain, causing her to scream out loud into the cow’s cunt.  Immediately, she was gargling on Caribou cum and juices.  The bitter and sour taste was difficult to swallow, but she found herself with no choice as she drank the fluids.\n\n“That’s better, master.”  Nysviena giggled, riding on Mindstorm’s face.  The two of them stayed like this for several minutes, the cow feeding Mindstorm with her own mix of baby batter.  Mindstorm began to wonder where her sex was, until she felt semen dripping all over her small breasts.\n\nHer eyesight was limited to Nysviena’s rather plump buttocks, but it didn’t take much to figure out what was going on.  Alvis was still having sex with Nysviena, getting a blowjob.  The cow laughed to herself, mooing as she reached down onto the mare’s body. She rubbed her master’s cum deep into the mare’s fur, smearing Mindstorm with his gift.  But that would be nothing compared to the unicorn’s next torment.\n\nAlvis smiled as he stepped down off of the bench and walked around to where Mindstorm’s head would be.  He carefully raised Nysviena’s ass, pressing his cock against it before slamming deep into her rectum.  He started to piston his sex toy’s ass, and Mindstorm had a front row seat.\n\nThe two Caribou went at it like animals, slamming away at each other.  Mindstorm was simply the victimized observer, unable to look away as she watched her master and his fuck toy pounding away at each other.  Cum and juices dripped and poured into her mouth.  Occasionally, Alvis would climax again and semen would drop out of Nysviena’s well-fucked ass and onto Mindstorm’s face.  The whole experience was agonizing, and the mare was loving it.\n\n“She has been very quiet, cow.  Reward her silence.”  Mindstorm immediately howled into the cunt as she felt her labia being spread open.  Nysviena was digging her fingers deep into the mare’s pussy, rewarding her with pleasure.  But it wasn’t enough.  She wanted something bigger, something deeper.  She couldn’t bring herself to cum with this tiny reward.  \n\n“M-more,” she mumbled, only to have the fingers removed.  “It seems she is ungrateful for the gift, Master.”  “Then maybe she needs to be reminded of her place.”  Alvis pulled his throbbing cock out at the last minute, cumming all over Mindstorm’s face.  Immediately, Nysviena buried the pony with her twat once more, smearing it all over her face as Alvis resumed giving his well behaved cow a good anal pounding, letting both their cum drip and soak poor Mindstorm’s face.\n\nIt was at least a half-hour when Mindstorm heard a new voice fill the air.  “Dinner for everyone, Sir Alvis.”  Immediately, the two Caribou stopped and dismounted from Mindstorm’s cum soaked face.  The mare coughed several fits, relishing her release from the torturing experience.  She felt each bond being released from her wrists and ankles, allowing her the luxury of freedom.  The unicorn rolled onto the floor, struggling to keep herself up.  As she struggled with herself, a plate was thrust onto the floor beneath her head..\n\nCould it be?  Was this actually food?  A daisy sandwich, with a side of carrots, and a bottle of clean, purified water?  She looked up to Alvis.  Her face was full of confusion.  This was something the refugees never mentioned to them.\n\nAlvis looked down from above her, rather amused at her.  “You expect to survive on semen alone?  Of course you will be fed.  You will be given healthy food, water, sleep, proper medical care and allowed bowel and urinal relief when needed.”  He smiled, taking his own meal to his bed, sitting above Nysviena who was eating on the floor as well.  “Everything else, however, is a privilege you must earn.”\n\nFor only a few minutes, the trio quietly ate.  Mindstorm did her best to savor each bite of her food, enjoying the full meal that she needed, every drop of tasty food she had since her capture..  But the need was still there.  Her dripping cunt ached for attention until she couldn’t bear it anymore.  She took one of her carrots with her right hand and reached back, desperate for relief.\n\nBoth Alvis and Nysviena turned their attention to Mindstorm, smiling.  Mindstorm paused, but only for a few seconds.  If they wanted her to stop, they would have stopped her.  She slowly plunged her carrot into her cunt, letting out a soft moan.\n\nThe unicorn plunged the vegetable back and forth, pressing her body to the ground.  At last, the relief she needed.  It felt even sweeter after being denied it for so long.  But it was not enough.  She wanted something bigger.  She took another carrot into her left hand, quickly reaching back to plunge it in.  She alternated between the two, thrusting one in while pulling back the other.  Her eyes rolled up, savoring the sweet feeling.\n\nShe let out a loud gasp of surprise as another carrot was suddenly pushed into her.  She turned around quickly to see the male Caribou who delivered her food, holding several carrots to push inside her.  “Keep going, you desperate slut.”  Mindstorm did just that, plunging back and forth as lust consumed her body.  “Sorry, master.  I was just surprised.”\n\nFinally, after about a minute of plunging her food down her needy vagina, she came.  After what seemed like hours of torture and chastity, she achieved the orgasm she needed.  Juices flowed all over her food as she collapsed to the soft grass.  One by one, the Buck that aided her pulled the carrots out before presenting them to her face.  She didn’t even need to be told what to do.  She opened her mouth, reached forward and bit down on the carrot.  She spent several seconds chewing the juice-covered vegetable before swallowing and taking another bite, repeating the process until she finished all three.\n\nAlvis smiled.  “You are learning your place fast.  This will make your rehabilitation much easier on you.”\n\n“M-master...may I ask who Vilvite is?”\n\n“He is the master of one of our best rehabilitation centers we’ve established here in Equestria.”  Mindstorm winced at the mention of her home’s name, but Alvis either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he continued.  “He is known for his sternness and cruelty to mares who do not behave themselves.  In fact, only about twenty five percent of mares who he is supposed to rehabilitate come out perfect.  The rest become so addicted to the sexual abuse he’s given them that they become purple collars.  I think one mare even got a purple collar because she was addicted to the hard spanking she received.”\n\nMindstorm blushed, looking back down as she grabbed her water bottle.  She pulled it to her lips and drank it all in one swig.  She took a refreshed sigh, setting her food down.  “Thank you very much for the meal, Masters.”  She bowed on the floor, her head down to the ground as she remained on all fours.\n\nAlvis nodded to the other buck, who collected all the empty plates and bottles before leaving the three back to their activities.  Once the tent flap closed, Alvis continued his abuse of poor Mindstorm.\n\nThe Caribou picked up the Mare, this time by her ankles.  He dangled her upside down, smiling.  “You want sex so badly?  Here then, let me give it to you.”  He carried her off to what she thought would be another strange piece of furniture meant for bondage and sex, but instead it was an empty corner of the tent.  She was dropped smartly to the floor.  She pulled herself up, she watched as Nysviena handed Alvis a black roll of what she guessed was tape.  Alvis just smiled.  “You can either get into position, or I will get something to put you in proper position.  Put your arms behind your back, spread your legs apart and keep your lower thighs and calves together.\n\nMindstorm hesitantly did so, only to be slapped in the face by Alvis.  “No hesitation!  Now I have to put you in position myself.”  He beckoned Nysviena over and began his work.\n\nHe forced her arms to her back as Nysviena wrapped the tape around her.  Mindstorm immediately noticed the tape was not sticking to her fur.  Rather, it was sticking to itself.  “What is this?  Saran wrap? PVC tape?”  Alvis’ only response was a hard smack to her ass.  “Shut it!  Your curiosity is natural, as you used to be a researcher, but now it is obsolete and it must be kept silent.”  The mare nodded, keeping silent as she felt the tape wrapped tightly around her upper body, preventing any use of her arms.\n\nThe two Caribou then began to work on her legs, forcing each leg to fold on itself before binding them together.  One she was done, the two stood back, admiring their work.  “Now to keep those legs apart.  Nysviena, spreader.”  “Yes, Master!”  Nysviena walked away for a few seconds, only to come back with a long metal bar with a shackle on either end.  She walked over, attacking the shackles to Mindstorm’s ankles, blocking any attempt to close her legs.  “There we are, Master.  Perfect!”\n\nMindstorm wanted to look at herself.  She had been wrapped in black PVC tape like some BDSM mummy with a spreader bar keeping her legs open.  Alvis shook his head.  “Not quite. Her head.”  He smiled with a very ominous grin, pulling more of the black tape out of the roll.\n\n“N-no, wait, master!” but the mare’s words would fall on deaf ears as Alvis and Nysviena wrapped her head in tape leaving only room for her to breathe through her nose as her head was sealed in darkness.  She was robbed of her sight and at the complete mercy of her master and his cow slave.  Once more, she was both terrified and excited by the entire scenario.\n\nShe waited, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to see.  It was all she could do.  How long would she wait?  That was the problem with time.  When a pony was stuck waiting, it would just tick by as slowly as possible.  Seconds went by, then minutes.  What would she endure next?  Would it be anything worse than what those two had already done?  The suspense ate away at her mind, causing her to squirm and moan.  Her reply was a sharp sting onto her ass.  “Patience, slave!”  She quivered under Alvis’ voice, remaining motionless.\n\nTime ticked away as she was stuck waiting for… something.  She would never be able to tell until it happened.  And, after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, it came.\n\nHer tight ass was suddenly expanded, pulled apart by several fingers as a strange liquid was poured right into her anus.  The fingers let go with a smack, letting the solution seep into her body.  It felt strange, as if her insides were being reinforced for something.  Then something new pushed into her ass.  She let out a muffled squeal as a massive Caribou cock filled her ass up.  She shook and slammed to the floor as it pounded back and forth into her body.  Finally, she was being relieved by her master’s penis.\n\nBut only a few seconds later, a new phallus entered her ass.  Her eyes widened into the head wrap, flailing around as a second Caribou cock entered her body.  He had gotten more to help punish her?  She had heard of their affinity to anal gangbangs, but had hoped she would not have to suffer it.  Was that what the liquid was for?  Was it to prevent her from suffering serious damage?  Either way, it seemed to be working.  She felt a severe level of discomfort, but no actual pain.\n\nDuring her seconds of collecting her thoughts, yet another Caribou cock entered her body.  Three Caribou?  Mindstorm shook and flailed to no avail.  The bonds held her in position as the three cocks pounded her tight hole.\n\nHer cunt dripped everywhere, her body drenched itself in sweat as she found herself being forced into climax after climax.  She was being pounded by three cocks relentlessly, unable to do anything but endure.  Her anus kept contracting around the cocks, forcing herself to cum over and over again from the endless pleasure.\n\nOver time, her higher thinking brain began to realize that none of the three cocks were cumming.  “…Dildos.”  Her words were muffled, but it was clear.  She was being abused by her master and Nysviena, both of them using massive rubber dildos to expand her ass.\n\n“Yes, dildos, Mindstorm.  But don’t worry, it gets better.”  Suddenly the three phalluses were taken out.  Mindstorm waited, feeling something wrap around her waist, where the center of gravity would be.  She was then lifted off the ground and carried.\n\nShe couldn’t tell where she was being moved.  All she had to go on was that she felt the tent flap brushing across her body, meaning she was being carried outside.  Alvis was hauling her around like luggage in front of everyone.  To what end?  She could only speculate as she felt absolutely nothing.\n\nShe was sent down onto the soft grass, forced once again to wait.  It wasn’t long, though.  She felt in in the ground around her.  Something was climbing above her, planting its feet on either side of her.  Something big.\n\nIt took only a split second to realize what it was, but by then it was too late.  Before she could flail and try to shuffle away, the War Beast that had carried them back to the center was pressing his massive cock up against her body.  She let out a loud shout, shaking her head.  All for naught, however, as the beast lunged its massive cock deep into her ass.  She clenched her fingers together, letting out a massive howl of pain and anguish.  The potion inside her ass kept her lubricated and would prevent any lasting damage, by some miracle.  Her upper-thinking brain wanted to find out how this potion was made.  It would make life so much easier around her new home.  But that brain was being drowned out by the fact that a massive cock was pounding away inside her ass, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.\n\nThe poor mare’s cries were muffled into nothing.  Laughter echoed around her, all aimed at her predicament most likely.  She couldn’t cry.  The tears would go nowhere and pool around her eyes, damaging them.  All she could do was take it.  Take the massive cock like the bitch slut she was.\n\nSlowly, the pain had turned to pleasure.  Suddenly, having a massive cock smashing its way into her intestines felt breathtaking.  She wanted more.  She started sliding herself back, hoping to take more into her.  But it was too good to last.  With one final thrust, the beast came deep into her bowels, flooding her to the point of overflowing.\n\nThe poor mare panted as she felt a hand reach out and grab her, pulling her in.  Her body quivered as her new master, Alvis, spoke into her ear.  “This is only the beginning, my pet.”\n\nIt was hours before the sun finally set.  The Caribou’s new runestones allowed the sun and moon to move on their own, preventing the need for Luna and Celestia.  Mindstorm was plopped into her assigned cage.  Her body was bruised and covered in a mix of stallion, Caribou, and war beast cum.  Both her arms twitched randomly as she was finally granted respite from the unending abuse.  Her master Alvis had retired to his bed, while Nysvenia was sleeping soundly in the second cage.\n\nAs she lay, her mind fluttered around.  Her heart was pounding and her spirit was restless.  She needed to vent.  Everything was wrong.  Her soul was heavy with a bitter mix of grief and hatred.\n\n“Master?  I’m sorry if I’m waking you up, but I need to vent.  I need to get my thoughts out of my head or else I fear they will break me.”\n\nHer master was silent. Probably asleep, she thought.  She still continued, wanting to get her rebellious thoughts out of her mind.\n\n“I keep thinking you’re wrong.  About ponies, about mares.  I have endured ridicule and went against a lot of odds getting to where I am… er, was.  I graduated college, getting multiple degrees in a variety of sciences and fields of study.  My research facility was the hope and light of Equestria.  All of my staff respected one another and our greatness was never held down by any barriers, much less gender.  Then you came along.  You fucking Caribou came and built our prisons, degrading and degenerating us into nothing but simple cocksleeves.  Every night I prayed the rebellion we had would defeat you.”  Her tone was tense with anger, but it subsumed as she continued.\n\n“But the longer and longer the invasion lasted, the more I realized how right your kind are.  I saw the reports as one city after another fell.  I heard from the refugees that the rebels had been trying everything from magic, to strength, to speed, to strategy; and each time, they were dominated and beaten to submission.  I saw how superior you were to us, no matter how much I wanted to deny it.”  She sighed, tears dripping from her eyes as she continued pouring her heart out.  “Finally, I resolved to surrender, should we be found.  I didn’t want to come to you because I wanted to get a few final research affairs in order, which I’m sure your teams have found.”\n\nShe panted, looking off into the darkness of night.  “You’ve won, and we are the spoils of war.  I fully accept this.  I guess the only problem I’m having is fully understanding your culture and getting my heart and soul to bend properly to it, but I’m sure my rehabilitation will beat that into me.  But...if I could say a one thing, please listen.  I beg of you with the utmost urgency possible; leave Tartarus alone.  We may be inferior to you, but everyone there is imprisoned there for a damn good reason.”\n\nShe sighed, finally relieved of the internal burden in her heart.  She laid down, trying to readjust the hay to get herself comfortable, until she heard her master stirring.  She clung to her bedding, fearful of what he may do to her for speaking her mind.\n\n“Congratulations, Mindstorm.  You took the first big step.”  Alvis sat down on the edge of his bed, looking down at her with a fair amount of affection.  “I suggest you ask any questions in your mind before you sleep.”\n\nMindstorm was in disbelief.  Was that praise?  Was he thanking her for getting her mind clear?  She was taken aback for several seconds, trying to put herself mentally together.  “W-w….”  She took a deep breath.  “What are your thoughts on Discord?  I know he aided you, but..well, his story with our culture is a long one.”\n\n“I can’t speak for the council or the rest of my race, but frankly, I trust him about as well as I can punch him.  I know his story, how he ruled Equestria, how he betrayed you, and how he thrives on chaos.  He’s a wild dog and who’s to say what he will do next.”  Alvis leaned forward.  “But he is still above you and if he wants your submission, you must give it to him.  Oh, and turn around please.  I want you face me when you’re talking.”\n\nMindstorm quickly corrected her error, rotating her body to face her master.  “Why are so many Caribou so wasteful?  I know why you don’t want us to have horns and wings, but it will take generations for us to start...well, to remove them completely from us as a species, assuming that theory holds true.  And I saw many mares whose special talents are completely ignored.  I understand you won, but must you be so wasteful?”\n\nAlvis nodded.  “Again, we are at an agreement.  But wings and horns are an executive order made my Dainn and the Council.  And it will take a very long time to get them to convince them to change their minds.”  He put a lot of emphasis on the word very.  “As for your so called “Cutie marks’, yes, I’m sure you would think it a waste, but look at it from a more positive side.  You mares have no real responsibilities anymore. Some mares have taken jobs as close to their special talent as possible, but other than that, all you lot really have to do is please us.  Doesn’t that make you happy?”\n\n“Honestly?  No.  I loved my job.  I loved being the Administrator.  I love being among the smartest and most respected ponies in Equestria.”  The mare sighed, looking down to the floor.  “But I guess I don’t have any say anymore, do I?”\n\n“No, now I suggest you erase those feelings and accept that you will have new duties to attend to,” he said sternly.  “It may be a waste to ignore their talent, but it’s even more of a waste to have redundancy in our labor force.  Our Caribou are more than capable of doing everything needed.”\n\nMindstorm looked back up to him as she continued.  “So, why did you want us to yourself then?  I remember you saying you treasured our intelligence, but be honest to me.  Is there more to it than just that?”\n\n“....Yes.  I won’t lie to you, Mindstorm.  You and your team are the smartest group of mares and stallions I have ever seen.  You lot are smarter and wiser than a lot of the ponies and even the princess’s combined,” he added a few words under his breath, but Mindstorm couldn’t make it out.  “And I did not want to see such wisdom go to waste under others command.  I’ve said it to you and Dainn before, and I will say it again.  The mind is a gift and those with it deserve better than those without.”  Before Mindstorm could even curve a smile, she let out a yelp as she heard him snap at her.  “Don’t you smile at that!  You are still inferior to us and the stallions you now serve in every way.  Do not think otherwise!”\n\n“Yes, master.”  Mindstorm was quick to reply as she continued her queries.  “I saw a mare in the parade with a stallion.  Both of them I remember, but I remember them being both male and gay….”\n\nAlvis did not respond to this for a while, deep in thought.  “I don’t know their situation exactly.  I can only speculate that one of them wanted to be a female to stay with his, or in this case, her, mate, rather than stay in a male/male relationship.  Homosexuality is uncommon, but we still treat them with as much respect as all of our males.  I’d imagine they’re choice was made for more personal reasons.  But their lives do not concern you or me.”  Alvis was clearly uncomfortable with the concept, so Mindstorm moved on.\n\n“Okay.  Now, if you don’t trust Discord, why do you still use the Crystal Cock?  It could only have been created by him, and frankly, I fear it has power beyond anyone’s understanding, much less mine.”\n\n“Actually, we made it.”  Alvis smirked as he kept his eyes on Mindstorm, as if judging her every move.\n\nMindstorm was taken aback by this answer.  If the Caribou could mold the Crystal Heart into what it was now, then their magical power far exceeded even Twilight Sparkle’s at her prime.  “I-I understand.  One last question.  What will you do with those in Tartarus?”\n\nAlvis quickly spoke up.  “If anything, we will increase the security there.  Dainn and the Council have seen the list of criminals there and their crimes and, frankly, don’t want any of them released either.  The more dangerous ones will probably be executed.  One of them remains unaccounted for, though.  Tirek.  We’ve read his profile and are more than ready to face him if need be.”\n\n“I guess he escaped when Cerberus left his post.  Well, I doubt very much he will join your kind.  If anything, he will be furious that you took away his chance for revenge against Equestria.”  Mindstorm sighed.  “But that’s my psychology major talking, so ignore it if you find it displeasing.”\n\n“At this point, mare, all we can do is wait and see what the future bring us.”\n\nMindstorm nodded.  “Okay.  Oh, before I forget, don’t bother sending Sky Heart to rehab.  She...well….she has always had a sexual addiction.  She managed to overcome it for college and we gave her medication to keep her endless libido in check so she could be a productive assistant, but now...well, I’m sure I don’t need to explain.”\n\n“I will take that under advisement, Mindstorm.  Now get some sleep.  We have to wake up early, get Soulfire, get you all piercings and proper slave outfits, and then take you down to your rehabilitation center.”\n\n“Yes, Master.  Good night.”  She curled back up into her pile of hay.  She shuffled a bit to get comfortable as she finally dozed off to sleep.  Her mind was finally at ease.  She had lifted off a great burden from her shoulders.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Tainted Minds, Chapter 3

Once again, Mindstorm felt the sharp sting as Alvis struck her across the face.  “DAMMIT MINDSTORM!  YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF LORD DAINN!  KEEP SILENT!”  The Caribou growled, rubbing his hands together before he picked her back up off the floor.  “Am I understood?!”

The unicorn panted, trying to regain her own composure as she looked up.  “But this is wrong!  You said Fauna and Maelstrom would be married!”

“Slavery is marriage by our laws.  Now, if you want to keep that red collar and all its benefits, shut up!”  He slammed her back down to the ground, turning back to Alvis.  “Yes, they will need to be rehabilitated to our culture, but I want to be careful about it.  I do not want to lose their brilliance.”

Mindstorm panted as she looked around the room.  Dainn, the ruler of the Caribou, was sitting upon the throne where Celestia once sat, with both Celestia and Luna on either side.  Both princesses were nude, gagged, and held upside down with their legs forced apart by the straps that they were bound to.  A pitiful sight to say the least.  Alvis was standing five feet opposite of him, with Mindstorm on the floor next to him.

Dainn sighed.  “You know the consequences of free thinking among the women.  Yes, I understand their value to our new nation and do not object to repurposing the research facility.  I’m just worried of the result of putting such intelligent ponies in the same room unsupervised.  You already saw her trying to reach out to a runaway.”

Earlier, Mindstorm had tried to temporarily re-attach her horn.  Horn removal was uncommon in Equestria before the Fall, but not unheard of, usually accidental.  Appropriate medical research was done.  If a unicorn put her horn back on her head and applied some sort of temporary adhesive, it would, over time, reattach itself.  In addition, during the repair process, the unicorn could still use her magical abilities.  Mindstorm took advantage of this to contact Soul Fire, giving the mare the choice to flee before Hunters could find her.

“She still clings to her old ways and culture, valuing such mediocre ideas as friendship and love.  A few weeks, maybe a month in re-ed and it will be cast out of her.  But as I said, I want to be careful about it.  As you can see in her notes, she and her team have a complete understanding of economics, culture, and every form of science.  I do not want to lose all this simply because I want her to be the obedient slut she should be.” Alvis held her horn tight in one hand, keeping it as far away from Mindstorm’s reach as possible.

“What I would like to know is why some of this research wasn’t implemented in the first place.  Distributable electricity; this research is over seven years old.  Had they implemented it that early, they might have stood a chance against our warriors.”  Dainn was browsing through the research notes as he spoke, taking notes on the side.

“Well, I believe you will find the answer to your right.”  Alvis pointed to Celestia.

Dainn sighed and undid the gag to the former ruler of Equestria.  “Speak, you royal slut.”

Celestia coughed several fits, taking deep breaths before she finally spoke.  “At the time, the development would have cost Equestria a fortune.  Only the richest of the rich would be able to afford the commodity.  I wanted the center to develop ways to distribute it cheaply and, more importantly at the time, fairly.”

Dainn gave out a grunt of disapproval before immediately shoving the gag back into Celestia’s mouth, shaking his head.  “An understandable desire, but foolish all the same.”  He turned to Mindstorm, his face stern.  “You, mare, will be rehabilitated until you find a better understanding and acceptance of your place.  I am not unsympathetic towards you, but that does not change anything.  You are still beneath us.  It is a great privilege to allow you to continue your team’s research to better your new rulers, your fellow ponies, and your new home, but it is nothing more than a privilege and it can just as easily be taken away.”

Alvis then turned to her, picking her up so she was eye level with him.  “I have been far more generous and kind than any other of my brethren would allow.  But you are still a female.  You are still nothing in our society and will remain that way.  You think you were clever when you talked of conspiracy to Fauna under your breath?  You will not leap at the chance to resist us.  You will embrace our rule, love our cocks, and serve our needs unto the end of your life.”

Mindstorm just stared, trying to change herself in that instant.  She could say a multitude of things, all of them would undoubtedly get her in trouble.  Mentally eliminating each verbal option, she finally stuck with silence, remaining unwilling to speak.  This caused Alvis’ lips to curve into a smile.  “Silence.  The best answer you can give.  There is hope for you yet.”  He set her back down, letting her stand on her feet.

Dainn smiled.  “How about a wager then?  I think you should let them go through Vilvite’s rehabilitation.  If they come out of it molded perfectly into our society with their brilliant minds intact, I will not only endorse the research center, I will see to it that they will be given special collars, indicating that they are part of the scientific workforce.”

Alvis turned to his ruler, hearing the proposal.  “And if they cannot, well then they are hardly fit for the institution and are nothing more than lab rats for our own science teams.  I think this sounds fair.  I will see to it that they are delivered to the re-education center as soon as possible.  First, I will get them all together and wait for the one called Soul Fire.  I would rather like to get them all done and taken care with at one time.”  He grabbed Mindstorm’s leash, tugging her out.  “Come, slave.”

“Y-yes, master.”  Mindstorm pitifully followed, trying to keep her head as high as she could hold it.  She had done the right thing in surrendering.  She spent many hours convincing herself of it.  But this was hard on her mind, body, and spirit.  She started doubting herself, wondering if she should have run away with the other refugees that elected to do so.

Alvis yanked her up so she was walking next to him.  “You realize I will have to punish you severely for speaking without permission in front of our mutual lord?”

“I understand, Master.”

“No, you don’t.  Otherwise you would not have done it in the first place.”  He tugged on her leash aggressively, nearly dragging her across the floor as they walked.  “We will be staying in at your research center while they repurpose it until your friend is returned to us, then you will all be sent to the re-education center, where your mind and body will be altered to fit our lifestyle.  I don’t expect you to enjoy your new place in life now.  Rather, I know you will love it when your therapy is done.”  He smiled as he dragged her along out of the palace.

Outside the entrance, a war-beast was waiting, with a carriage harnessed to him as he waited patiently to be ushered forward.  The rest of Mindstorm’s research team was already gathered around the transport, waiting for their new Master’s return.  Upon his arrival, the males of the group walked inside one by one, pulling their slaves behind them.

Once the journey started, the in-carriage orgy immediately began.  Maelstrom was already balls-deep in his newly registered slave, Fauna.  He moaned softly, feeling up her large, tender breasts.  “Mmh, you really love having these things played with, don’t you?”  He chuckled, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he balls smacked over and over against her clitoris.

Fauna was clearly distraught.  Her eyes told everything to those who knew how to read them.  She still loved him and always would, and she was very happy to spend time with him.  But at the same time, she was heartbroken over the sudden change of culture.  She wanted wedding bells, her gown, the whole works.  Instead, she was written off as property to her fiancé.

The mare squealed with each thrust, gritting her teeth as her owner roughly handled her breasts.  “N-not so rough!  It hurts!”  She quivered, jerking forward with each thrust.

Maelstrom’s only reply was a hard smack against her ass.  “You are my slave, and I will treat you how I wish.”  He simply continued, not letting up on the poor mare.

The other ponies weren’t doing so much different.  Current was deep in his slave, formerly wife, Electra.  He smiled as he used his horn to cast bursts of electricity onto Electra’s sensitive body parts, causing her to shriek and moan in a strange euphoria of pain and pleasure as their two sexes met repeatedly.

Mindstorm finally got a look at her former assistant, Sky Heart.  She was between two Caribou scientists that Alvis had brought with them.  On her back, a red plastic wrap had taken place of her wings, holding her wing bones in place, but it looked very comfortable for her, which was what the poor pony deserved.  The Pegasus gulped and gagged on one cock as the other pounded her cunt.  She was shoved back and forth between the two, her eyes rolling back as her tail swayed back and forth, her ears flickering around. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as she hugged the Caribou in front of her.

Mindstorm, however, would get the worst.  She was suddenly grabbed by a new creature she hadn’t seen.  Clearly female, her breasts and butt were well endowed.  She was rather striking, her bottom half much furrier than her top as her legs wrapped around her hoofed feet.  Mindstorm looked back at Alvis, who was sitting directly behind her.  “I-is this a female of your kind, Master?”

“Very good, Mindstorm.”  He smiled as the female Caribou shoved the mare onto her back.  The slave forced the unicorn’s mouth straight up into Alvis’ cock.  Her eyes were directly underneath the Caribou’s musky balls.  She struggled slightly, but stopped almost immediately when she was as comfortable as she could get under the circumstances.  “Good, you’ve stopped struggling and remember your place.  Still, I have to begin at least part of your education.  Fetch me the chains, Nysviena.”

At first, Mindstorm was content where she was, pushing her head back and forth to please her master.  Each thrust caused her nose to smack into Alvis’ testicles.  Every breath she took filled her lungs with his musky aroma.  Her mind was going wild from the scent and she didn’t care what the female Caribou was doing.  That is, until she felt the sharp teeth of what felt like alligator clips clamping down on her.  One was attached to each of her nipples while a third attached to her clitoris.  She yelped and twitched around, trying to pull herself out of her master’s cock, only to have the female named Nysviena hold her in place, guiding her head back up and down Alvis’ cock.

“Very good.  Now, some quick rules.  Mares, listen well, as your former administrator was remiss in these laws.”  He yanked on the chain hard, causing Mindstorm to cry out muffled screams into his cock.  Her nipples and clitoris were painfully being stretched as Alvis continued.  “Lord Dainn is to be addressed as ‘My Lord.’”  He let go for a few seconds before yanking again, giving Mindstorm very little respite.  “You will kneel on your knees and elbows as low as you can be until he tells you to rise, unless you are in the middle of a task, in which case you will do so when finished.”  Again, he relaxed his yanking before tightening it again.  “When he tells you to rise, you will stay on your knees, indicating you are still unworthy compared to him.”  He let go again.  “Next rule, while I value all of you for your clearly demonstrated brilliance,” he gave the chain another hard yank, “You will not be allowed freedom to speak until you have finished your rehabilitation.  If you have research ideas before then, keep them in your head.”  He slacked once more.  Mindstorm moaned and squirmed, a massive penis still deep in her mouth as she writhed in pain.

The Caribou master finally let go of the chain, no longer needing it to emphasize his points.  “Go ahead and take this off of her, cow.  I will need your help punishing this mare.”  The female was clearly eager, clapping her hands together before removing the chain.  “Of course Master.  We will make sure she is punished heavily for offending you and My Lord!”

Alvis smiled, gently groping one of her well sized breasts.  “Indeed we will.  Take note of Nysviena here, mares.  Learn your place from her.”  He reached down, pulling Mindstorm’s head all the way up into his cock.  He grunted softly as he casually came down her throat.

The unicorn couldn’t believe how nonchalant he was about getting a blowjob and ejaculating down her throat.  It was like he was almost oblivious to it.  Was sex really so casual in the Caribou lifestyle?  Or was his mental fortitude so high as to keep his composure under such circumstances?  It hardly mattered now.  She had committed unpleasant actions against her Master and his Lord, and she would be punished for it.  There would be nothing she could do to escape it.

For now, however, everyone was content on using their new toys.  After he came, Alvis pulled Mindstorm out from under him.  “So, let’s play with that plump, lovely little ass of yours.”  He easily picked her up, slamming her ass down onto his still hard cock.  She let out a loud moan as she was penetrated.  She clenched her fingers together as his massive penis stretched her out.

The Caribou smiled, bouncing her up and down along him as he beckoned his slave cow to them.  “Eat her out…painfully.”  His other slave smiled broadly, sinking her teeth right into Mindstorm’s labia.

The poor unicorn screamed and twitched around, trying to kick the female Caribou off, only to be held down by her master.  The two of them abused both the mare’s holes.  Alvis slammed up and down into her ass, using his strong, large hands to hold her arms against her side as he bounced her on him like a large sex doll.  Nysviena wasn’t being any less merciful, biting down on her vulva and clitoris.

Mindstorm cried out, trying to beg them to stop. “N-no more!  Stop biting!  I’ll be good!  I will never speak out again!”  Her legs were kicking around, missing the cow each time.  Alvis only pulled her head closer, whispering to her.  “I know you won’t.”  He gently licked and nibbled on her ears, causing the mare’s eyes to roll upwards.

The carriage orgy lasted all through their travel, cum coating the mares and the carriage.  Finally, after what seemed to be hours of travel, the carriage had arrived back to their old research station.  Mindstorm wanted to be the first one out.  She wanted to be the first to see what Alvis had turned her beautiful center into.  But Alvis reminded her of her place, yanking her by the neck back into the carriage before she even finished her first step to the door.  “Not your turn, slave.”

Mindstorm whimpered as she watched everyone else exit the carriage first before Alvis finally yanked her out the carriage.  She was pulled with so much force that her face hit the dirt next to the carriage.  “Pick yourself up, Mindstorm.  You have a long night ahead of you.”  The unicorn looked up to see a horrifying sight.

Her research center was being completely rebuilt from the ground up.  Some of the rooms and equipment were being recycled, but they were scattered and few.  She looked at the massive letters off to the side that would replace the title of the facility.  It only took a few minutes, but she mentally put together the letters and quickly figured out what the name of the new facility would be.

“Horny Cunt’s Institution of Lust and Sexual Research,” she spoke solemnly.

“Good job, Mindstorm.  Now move it.  Our temporary living quarters are already set.  So spend your time getting used to your new roles.  Nysviena, you are with me.”  Alvis dragged his slave off to what was the largest tent in the construction site.  Mindstorm couldn’t stop to see where her friends were being dragged off to.  All she could see was the massive crowd of stallions and caribou working the reconstruction.

The poor mare was shoved into the tent.  Inside was a spectacle she had never seen before.  Strange contraptions, all obviously meant for sex, had been place everywhere around the room.  Whips, dildos, and dozens of various toys were carefully organized on the tables.  In the corner was a very elegant bed with two cages on the side.  The cages were lined on the bottom with cloth fragments, leaf bedding and a blanket.  Hardly comfortable, but obviously meant for herself and Nysviena.

The cow behind her pushed above Mindstorm’s center of gravity, causing her to fall down on top of a metal bar.  One by one, she shackled the mare’s wrists and hooves to the ground, leaving her bending forward with her ass high and exposed as Alvis picked up a large, wooden paddle.  “You need to learn your place properly and quickly, mare.”  He walked over, clapping the large face of the paddle into his hands as Mindstorm struggled.

“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I won’t do it again!  Please don’t hurt me!”  The mare was easily held in place by the bonds as Alvis walked behind her.

“No, you won’t.”  He raised the paddle up and brought it down hard against Mindstorm’s large, plump ass.  The mare let out a loud scream as the sharp sting resonated into her body.  “Why did you try to contact Soul Fire?”  He lifted the paddle and brought it down again, her ass jiggling with the hard smack.  “Did you think she could escape?”  Again, he gave her rump another whack, and again, Mindstorm let out a cry of anguish.  “Did you think she could evade our hunters?”  And another.

“AH!  I-I wanted to g-give her the right to choose.”  Tears fell from Mindstorm’s eyes, her butt stinging from the constant slaps.  She let out yet another scream as she was slapped again.  “B-b-b-but, I told her she should surrender.  I told her that if she didn’t you would hunt her down.”

“That does not redeem you for anything!” He pulled back the paddle and brought it down upon her for another scream of pain.  “You are nothing but a slut!  Meant for us to assimilate!” He brought his paddle down again.  “The fact that you are the smartest mares makes you and your team far more useful than any slave ever,” he slammed down the paddle even harder than the last few times, “but if you keep this up,” he brought the paddle down once more with every syllable, “you will not be allowed to continue your work!”  He panted, staring down angrily at his slave before tossing the paddle to Nysviena, stopping his abuse as he looked at her glowing red ass.  “I understand how you must feel.  Truly, I do.  No one likes being a slave to someone else, especially when it is someone else’s fault, in this case, your Princesses.  But you have been conquered and assimilated.  You and your entire team will be placed into rehabilitation.  And when you come out of it, you will either be willing slaves that will contribute everything you have to furthering the advances of your new home, or you will be broken shells that demand nothing but sex.”  He grunted at Nysviena, who immediately undid the shackles holding Mindstorm.  “From now on,” he picked her up by her mane, pulling her face to his, “you are mine to do with as I wish.”

Mindstorm blushed, quivering and crying as she was forced to stare into Alvis’ eyes.  In them, she saw no remorse and no respect.  All she saw was desire.  A want to use her however he wished.  For the rest of her life, she would be nothing more than his plaything.  And it both terrified and excited her.

Alvis held her up by her wrists, easily carrying her to a corner of the tent.  The unicorn panted, looking over to what Alvis was taking her to.  A wall mount had been planted into the ground, with metal shackles that would hold all four of her limbs in an X shaped position.  On the top was a head restraint of some sort.

One by one, Alvis attached each limb to the shackles before letting her hang.  “Now, my slave Nysviena and I will show you how to properly please your master.”  He grinned as he strapped the mare’s head to the restraint.  Immediately, Mindstorm tested it, realizing she couldn’t turn her head away in any direction.  Her face was forced to gaze upon her master’s bed, where Nysviena was already waiting for her master, flashing her soaked, eager cunt.  Alvis smiled as he walked over, his cow eagerly waiting for him.

MIndstorm watched as the two went at it almost immediately.  Alvis buried his cock into Nysviena, pounding back and forth with a loud, wet slap.  The cow let out uncontrollable moans, filling the tent with her sounds of ecstasy.  She kept trying to turn her face to look away, unable to divert her gaze due to the restraint.  She tried closing her eyes, but the sounds still echoed all around her.  No matter the method, she could not drive away the clear evidence that two Caribou were pounding each other like they were in heat.

Nysviena giggled and licked at her master’s chest, digging her fingers into the bed.  Her mind was simple.  This was all she wanted and needed; her master pounding her cunt mercilessly.  “OOOOH!  OH, MASTER, BREED ME!  GIVE ME ANOTHER BABY!”  She hung her tongue from her mouth, panting with lust.  Her legs lifted up high in the air, allowing him to push deeper into her loins.

Alvis grinned down at her, happy to oblige.  He slammed his phallus back and forth harder and faster, dripping and sloshing precum and vaginal juices everywhere inside his brood-slave.  It wasn’t long until he finally came, diving his cock all the way into her as semen unloaded directly into her womb, impregnating her with another young fawn.

Mindstorm couldn’t believe it.  These two just made a baby, not even thinking about the future or anything else.  It was a spur of the moment and neither of them cared she was pregnant.  She became oblivious to the trail of juices streaking down her cunt, more intrigued by how this couple was acting in front of her.  What made it more amazing was that, almost immediately, the two went at it again.  All it took was one simple phrase.  “Fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.”  With that, the two went at it again.

For hours, the unicorn was forced to watch the two of them breed over and over, semen dripping all over the bed from Nysviena’s tight brood hole, pausing only to change positions.  The mare quivered and struggled, unable to bear the site.  With every pounding, every moan, every orgasm, she was going crazier and crazier from her own sexual desire.  She wanted him.  She didn’t want that breeding slut, Nysviena, to have him anymore.  She wanted him to herself.

“STOP THIS, PLEASE!”

With those three words, the two Caribou halted their motions, looking at Mindstorm.  Her legs were dripping with her juices.  Her nipples were hard enough to poke a hole in plastic wrap.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  “Fuck me!  Just fuck me!  I need it!”

Alvis laughed and got up from Nysviena, walking slowly to his new slave.  His massive cock was erect, pointing straight towards the mare.  “And how should I fuck you, slave?”

“I-I don’t care!  I want something inside me, please!”

The buck undid her bonds before carrying her to yet another piece of bondage equipment.  This one was a padded bench with four restraints on the legs.  Once more, she was restrained one limb at a time until she was laying on the bench, face up.  She was finally going to get the sex she needed.

But there would, of course, be a stipulation.  Immediately, she found Nysviena straddling her head and slamming her well fucked sex against the mare’s lips.  Mindstorm blushed and semen and vaginal juices flowed from the cow onto her face. Nysviena grumbled.  “She’s not licking me, master.”

Immediately, Mindstorm rectified this, licking away at the cow’s twat.  But it was too late.  She felt that familiar pain in her clit and nipples as Alvis clamped down what felt like the same chain she had worn on the carriage.  “We’re really going to have to get you your piercings.  At least because you’re a red, you’ll get the anesthetic.”  He gave the mare a hard yank on the chain, causing her to scream out loud into the cow’s cunt.  Immediately, she was gargling on Caribou cum and juices.  The bitter and sour taste was difficult to swallow, but she found herself with no choice as she drank the fluids.

“That’s better, master.”  Nysviena giggled, riding on Mindstorm’s face.  The two of them stayed like this for several minutes, the cow feeding Mindstorm with her own mix of baby batter.  Mindstorm began to wonder where her sex was, until she felt semen dripping all over her small breasts.

Her eyesight was limited to Nysviena’s rather plump buttocks, but it didn’t take much to figure out what was going on.  Alvis was still having sex with Nysviena, getting a blowjob.  The cow laughed to herself, mooing as she reached down onto the mare’s body. She rubbed her master’s cum deep into the mare’s fur, smearing Mindstorm with his gift.  But that would be nothing compared to the unicorn’s next torment.

Alvis smiled as he stepped down off of the bench and walked around to where Mindstorm’s head would be.  He carefully raised Nysviena’s ass, pressing his cock against it before slamming deep into her rectum.  He started to piston his sex toy’s ass, and Mindstorm had a front row seat.

The two Caribou went at it like animals, slamming away at each other.  Mindstorm was simply the victimized observer, unable to look away as she watched her master and his fuck toy pounding away at each other.  Cum and juices dripped and poured into her mouth.  Occasionally, Alvis would climax again and semen would drop out of Nysviena’s well-fucked ass and onto Mindstorm’s face.  The whole experience was agonizing, and the mare was loving it.

“She has been very quiet, cow.  Reward her silence.”  Mindstorm immediately howled into the cunt as she felt her labia being spread open.  Nysviena was digging her fingers deep into the mare’s pussy, rewarding her with pleasure.  But it wasn’t enough.  She wanted something bigger, something deeper.  She couldn’t bring herself to cum with this tiny reward.  

“M-more,” she mumbled, only to have the fingers removed.  “It seems she is ungrateful for the gift, Master.”  “Then maybe she needs to be reminded of her place.”  Alvis pulled his throbbing cock out at the last minute, cumming all over Mindstorm’s face.  Immediately, Nysviena buried the pony with her twat once more, smearing it all over her face as Alvis resumed giving his well behaved cow a good anal pounding, letting both their cum drip and soak poor Mindstorm’s face.

It was at least a half-hour when Mindstorm heard a new voice fill the air.  “Dinner for everyone, Sir Alvis.”  Immediately, the two Caribou stopped and dismounted from Mindstorm’s cum soaked face.  The mare coughed several fits, relishing her release from the torturing experience.  She felt each bond being released from her wrists and ankles, allowing her the luxury of freedom.  The unicorn rolled onto the floor, struggling to keep herself up.  As she struggled with herself, a plate was thrust onto the floor beneath her head..

Could it be?  Was this actually food?  A daisy sandwich, with a side of carrots, and a bottle of clean, purified water?  She looked up to Alvis.  Her face was full of confusion.  This was something the refugees never mentioned to them.

Alvis looked down from above her, rather amused at her.  “You expect to survive on semen alone?  Of course you will be fed.  You will be given healthy food, water, sleep, proper medical care and allowed bowel and urinal relief when needed.”  He smiled, taking his own meal to his bed, sitting above Nysviena who was eating on the floor as well.  “Everything else, however, is a privilege you must earn.”

For only a few minutes, the trio quietly ate.  Mindstorm did her best to savor each bite of her food, enjoying the full meal that she needed, every drop of tasty food she had since her capture..  But the need was still there.  Her dripping cunt ached for attention until she couldn’t bear it anymore.  She took one of her carrots with her right hand and reached back, desperate for relief.

Both Alvis and Nysviena turned their attention to Mindstorm, smiling.  Mindstorm paused, but only for a few seconds.  If they wanted her to stop, they would have stopped her.  She slowly plunged her carrot into her cunt, letting out a soft moan.

The unicorn plunged the vegetable back and forth, pressing her body to the ground.  At last, the relief she needed.  It felt even sweeter after being denied it for so long.  But it was not enough.  She wanted something bigger.  She took another carrot into her left hand, quickly reaching back to plunge it in.  She alternated between the two, thrusting one in while pulling back the other.  Her eyes rolled up, savoring the sweet feeling.

She let out a loud gasp of surprise as another carrot was suddenly pushed into her.  She turned around quickly to see the male Caribou who delivered her food, holding several carrots to push inside her.  “Keep going, you desperate slut.”  Mindstorm did just that, plunging back and forth as lust consumed her body.  “Sorry, master.  I was just surprised.”

Finally, after about a minute of plunging her food down her needy vagina, she came.  After what seemed like hours of torture and chastity, she achieved the orgasm she needed.  Juices flowed all over her food as she collapsed to the soft grass.  One by one, the Buck that aided her pulled the carrots out before presenting them to her face.  She didn’t even need to be told what to do.  She opened her mouth, reached forward and bit down on the carrot.  She spent several seconds chewing the juice-covered vegetable before swallowing and taking another bite, repeating the process until she finished all three.

Alvis smiled.  “You are learning your place fast.  This will make your rehabilitation much easier on you.”

“M-master...may I ask who Vilvite is?”

“He is the master of one of our best rehabilitation centers we’ve established here in Equestria.”  Mindstorm winced at the mention of her home’s name, but Alvis either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he continued.  “He is known for his sternness and cruelty to mares who do not behave themselves.  In fact, only about twenty five percent of mares who he is supposed to rehabilitate come out perfect.  The rest become so addicted to the sexual abuse he’s given them that they become purple collars.  I think one mare even got a purple collar because she was addicted to the hard spanking she received.”

Mindstorm blushed, looking back down as she grabbed her water bottle.  She pulled it to her lips and drank it all in one swig.  She took a refreshed sigh, setting her food down.  “Thank you very much for the meal, Masters.”  She bowed on the floor, her head down to the ground as she remained on all fours.

Alvis nodded to the other buck, who collected all the empty plates and bottles before leaving the three back to their activities.  Once the tent flap closed, Alvis continued his abuse of poor Mindstorm.

The Caribou picked up the Mare, this time by her ankles.  He dangled her upside down, smiling.  “You want sex so badly?  Here then, let me give it to you.”  He carried her off to what she thought would be another strange piece of furniture meant for bondage and sex, but instead it was an empty corner of the tent.  She was dropped smartly to the floor.  She pulled herself up, she watched as Nysviena handed Alvis a black roll of what she guessed was tape.  Alvis just smiled.  “You can either get into position, or I will get something to put you in proper position.  Put your arms behind your back, spread your legs apart and keep your lower thighs and calves together.

Mindstorm hesitantly did so, only to be slapped in the face by Alvis.  “No hesitation!  Now I have to put you in position myself.”  He beckoned Nysviena over and began his work.

He forced her arms to her back as Nysviena wrapped the tape around her.  Mindstorm immediately noticed the tape was not sticking to her fur.  Rather, it was sticking to itself.  “What is this?  Saran wrap? PVC tape?”  Alvis’ only response was a hard smack to her ass.  “Shut it!  Your curiosity is natural, as you used to be a researcher, but now it is obsolete and it must be kept silent.”  The mare nodded, keeping silent as she felt the tape wrapped tightly around her upper body, preventing any use of her arms.

The two Caribou then began to work on her legs, forcing each leg to fold on itself before binding them together.  One she was done, the two stood back, admiring their work.  “Now to keep those legs apart.  Nysviena, spreader.”  “Yes, Master!”  Nysviena walked away for a few seconds, only to come back with a long metal bar with a shackle on either end.  She walked over, attacking the shackles to Mindstorm’s ankles, blocking any attempt to close her legs.  “There we are, Master.  Perfect!”

Mindstorm wanted to look at herself.  She had been wrapped in black PVC tape like some BDSM mummy with a spreader bar keeping her legs open.  Alvis shook his head.  “Not quite. Her head.”  He smiled with a very ominous grin, pulling more of the black tape out of the roll.

“N-no, wait, master!” but the mare’s words would fall on deaf ears as Alvis and Nysviena wrapped her head in tape leaving only room for her to breathe through her nose as her head was sealed in darkness.  She was robbed of her sight and at the complete mercy of her master and his cow slave.  Once more, she was both terrified and excited by the entire scenario.

She waited, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to see.  It was all she could do.  How long would she wait?  That was the problem with time.  When a pony was stuck waiting, it would just tick by as slowly as possible.  Seconds went by, then minutes.  What would she endure next?  Would it be anything worse than what those two had already done?  The suspense ate away at her mind, causing her to squirm and moan.  Her reply was a sharp sting onto her ass.  “Patience, slave!”  She quivered under Alvis’ voice, remaining motionless.

Time ticked away as she was stuck waiting for… something.  She would never be able to tell until it happened.  And, after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, it came.

Her tight ass was suddenly expanded, pulled apart by several fingers as a strange liquid was poured right into her anus.  The fingers let go with a smack, letting the solution seep into her body.  It felt strange, as if her insides were being reinforced for something.  Then something new pushed into her ass.  She let out a muffled squeal as a massive Caribou cock filled her ass up.  She shook and slammed to the floor as it pounded back and forth into her body.  Finally, she was being relieved by her master’s penis.

But only a few seconds later, a new phallus entered her ass.  Her eyes widened into the head wrap, flailing around as a second Caribou cock entered her body.  He had gotten more to help punish her?  She had heard of their affinity to anal gangbangs, but had hoped she would not have to suffer it.  Was that what the liquid was for?  Was it to prevent her from suffering serious damage?  Either way, it seemed to be working.  She felt a severe level of discomfort, but no actual pain.

During her seconds of collecting her thoughts, yet another Caribou cock entered her body.  Three Caribou?  Mindstorm shook and flailed to no avail.  The bonds held her in position as the three cocks pounded her tight hole.

Her cunt dripped everywhere, her body drenched itself in sweat as she found herself being forced into climax after climax.  She was being pounded by three cocks relentlessly, unable to do anything but endure.  Her anus kept contracting around the cocks, forcing herself to cum over and over again from the endless pleasure.

Over time, her higher thinking brain began to realize that none of the three cocks were cumming.  “…Dildos.”  Her words were muffled, but it was clear.  She was being abused by her master and Nysviena, both of them using massive rubber dildos to expand her ass.

“Yes, dildos, Mindstorm.  But don’t worry, it gets better.”  Suddenly the three phalluses were taken out.  Mindstorm waited, feeling something wrap around her waist, where the center of gravity would be.  She was then lifted off the ground and carried.

She couldn’t tell where she was being moved.  All she had to go on was that she felt the tent flap brushing across her body, meaning she was being carried outside.  Alvis was hauling her around like luggage in front of everyone.  To what end?  She could only speculate as she felt absolutely nothing.

She was sent down onto the soft grass, forced once again to wait.  It wasn’t long, though.  She felt in in the ground around her.  Something was climbing above her, planting its feet on either side of her.  Something big.

It took only a split second to realize what it was, but by then it was too late.  Before she could flail and try to shuffle away, the War Beast that had carried them back to the center was pressing his massive cock up against her body.  She let out a loud shout, shaking her head.  All for naught, however, as the beast lunged its massive cock deep into her ass.  She clenched her fingers together, letting out a massive howl of pain and anguish.  The potion inside her ass kept her lubricated and would prevent any lasting damage, by some miracle.  Her upper-thinking brain wanted to find out how this potion was made.  It would make life so much easier around her new home.  But that brain was being drowned out by the fact that a massive cock was pounding away inside her ass, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

The poor mare’s cries were muffled into nothing.  Laughter echoed around her, all aimed at her predicament most likely.  She couldn’t cry.  The tears would go nowhere and pool around her eyes, damaging them.  All she could do was take it.  Take the massive cock like the bitch slut she was.

Slowly, the pain had turned to pleasure.  Suddenly, having a massive cock smashing its way into her intestines felt breathtaking.  She wanted more.  She started sliding herself back, hoping to take more into her.  But it was too good to last.  With one final thrust, the beast came deep into her bowels, flooding her to the point of overflowing.

The poor mare panted as she felt a hand reach out and grab her, pulling her in.  Her body quivered as her new master, Alvis, spoke into her ear.  “This is only the beginning, my pet.”

It was hours before the sun finally set.  The Caribou’s new runestones allowed the sun and moon to move on their own, preventing the need for Luna and Celestia.  Mindstorm was plopped into her assigned cage.  Her body was bruised and covered in a mix of stallion, Caribou, and war beast cum.  Both her arms twitched randomly as she was finally granted respite from the unending abuse.  Her master Alvis had retired to his bed, while Nysvenia was sleeping soundly in the second cage.

As she lay, her mind fluttered around.  Her heart was pounding and her spirit was restless.  She needed to vent.  Everything was wrong.  Her soul was heavy with a bitter mix of grief and hatred.

“Master?  I’m sorry if I’m waking you up, but I need to vent.  I need to get my thoughts out of my head or else I fear they will break me.”

Her master was silent. Probably asleep, she thought.  She still continued, wanting to get her rebellious thoughts out of her mind.

“I keep thinking you’re wrong.  About ponies, about mares.  I have endured ridicule and went against a lot of odds getting to where I am… er, was.  I graduated college, getting multiple degrees in a variety of sciences and fields of study.  My research facility was the hope and light of Equestria.  All of my staff respected one another and our greatness was never held down by any barriers, much less gender.  Then you came along.  You fucking Caribou came and built our prisons, degrading and degenerating us into nothing but simple cocksleeves.  Every night I prayed the rebellion we had would defeat you.”  Her tone was tense with anger, but it subsumed as she continued.

“But the longer and longer the invasion lasted, the more I realized how right your kind are.  I saw the reports as one city after another fell.  I heard from the refugees that the rebels had been trying everything from magic, to strength, to speed, to strategy; and each time, they were dominated and beaten to submission.  I saw how superior you were to us, no matter how much I wanted to deny it.”  She sighed, tears dripping from her eyes as she continued pouring her heart out.  “Finally, I resolved to surrender, should we be found.  I didn’t want to come to you because I wanted to get a few final research affairs in order, which I’m sure your teams have found.”

She panted, looking off into the darkness of night.  “You’ve won, and we are the spoils of war.  I fully accept this.  I guess the only problem I’m having is fully understanding your culture and getting my heart and soul to bend properly to it, but I’m sure my rehabilitation will beat that into me.  But...if I could say a one thing, please listen.  I beg of you with the utmost urgency possible; leave Tartarus alone.  We may be inferior to you, but everyone there is imprisoned there for a damn good reason.”

She sighed, finally relieved of the internal burden in her heart.  She laid down, trying to readjust the hay to get herself comfortable, until she heard her master stirring.  She clung to her bedding, fearful of what he may do to her for speaking her mind.

“Congratulations, Mindstorm.  You took the first big step.”  Alvis sat down on the edge of his bed, looking down at her with a fair amount of affection.  “I suggest you ask any questions in your mind before you sleep.”

Mindstorm was in disbelief.  Was that praise?  Was he thanking her for getting her mind clear?  She was taken aback for several seconds, trying to put herself mentally together.  “W-w….”  She took a deep breath.  “What are your thoughts on Discord?  I know he aided you, but..well, his story with our culture is a long one.”

“I can’t speak for the council or the rest of my race, but frankly, I trust him about as well as I can punch him.  I know his story, how he ruled Equestria, how he betrayed you, and how he thrives on chaos.  He’s a wild dog and who’s to say what he will do next.”  Alvis leaned forward.  “But he is still above you and if he wants your submission, you must give it to him.  Oh, and turn around please.  I want you face me when you’re talking.”

Mindstorm quickly corrected her error, rotating her body to face her master.  “Why are so many Caribou so wasteful?  I know why you don’t want us to have horns and wings, but it will take generations for us to start...well, to remove them completely from us as a species, assuming that theory holds true.  And I saw many mares whose special talents are completely ignored.  I understand you won, but must you be so wasteful?”

Alvis nodded.  “Again, we are at an agreement.  But wings and horns are an executive order made my Dainn and the Council.  And it will take a very long time to get them to convince them to change their minds.”  He put a lot of emphasis on the word very.  “As for your so called “Cutie marks’, yes, I’m sure you would think it a waste, but look at it from a more positive side.  You mares have no real responsibilities anymore. Some mares have taken jobs as close to their special talent as possible, but other than that, all you lot really have to do is please us.  Doesn’t that make you happy?”

“Honestly?  No.  I loved my job.  I loved being the Administrator.  I love being among the smartest and most respected ponies in Equestria.”  The mare sighed, looking down to the floor.  “But I guess I don’t have any say anymore, do I?”

“No, now I suggest you erase those feelings and accept that you will have new duties to attend to,” he said sternly.  “It may be a waste to ignore their talent, but it’s even more of a waste to have redundancy in our labor force.  Our Caribou are more than capable of doing everything needed.”

Mindstorm looked back up to him as she continued.  “So, why did you want us to yourself then?  I remember you saying you treasured our intelligence, but be honest to me.  Is there more to it than just that?”

“....Yes.  I won’t lie to you, Mindstorm.  You and your team are the smartest group of mares and stallions I have ever seen.  You lot are smarter and wiser than a lot of the ponies and even the princess’s combined,” he added a few words under his breath, but Mindstorm couldn’t make it out.  “And I did not want to see such wisdom go to waste under others command.  I’ve said it to you and Dainn before, and I will say it again.  The mind is a gift and those with it deserve better than those without.”  Before Mindstorm could even curve a smile, she let out a yelp as she heard him snap at her.  “Don’t you smile at that!  You are still inferior to us and the stallions you now serve in every way.  Do not think otherwise!”

“Yes, master.”  Mindstorm was quick to reply as she continued her queries.  “I saw a mare in the parade with a stallion.  Both of them I remember, but I remember them being both male and gay….”

Alvis did not respond to this for a while, deep in thought.  “I don’t know their situation exactly.  I can only speculate that one of them wanted to be a female to stay with his, or in this case, her, mate, rather than stay in a male/male relationship.  Homosexuality is uncommon, but we still treat them with as much respect as all of our males.  I’d imagine they’re choice was made for more personal reasons.  But their lives do not concern you or me.”  Alvis was clearly uncomfortable with the concept, so Mindstorm moved on.

“Okay.  Now, if you don’t trust Discord, why do you still use the Crystal Cock?  It could only have been created by him, and frankly, I fear it has power beyond anyone’s understanding, much less mine.”

“Actually, we made it.”  Alvis smirked as he kept his eyes on Mindstorm, as if judging her every move.

Mindstorm was taken aback by this answer.  If the Caribou could mold the Crystal Heart into what it was now, then their magical power far exceeded even Twilight Sparkle’s at her prime.  “I-I understand.  One last question.  What will you do with those in Tartarus?”

Alvis quickly spoke up.  “If anything, we will increase the security there.  Dainn and the Council have seen the list of criminals there and their crimes and, frankly, don’t want any of them released either.  The more dangerous ones will probably be executed.  One of them remains unaccounted for, though.  Tirek.  We’ve read his profile and are more than ready to face him if need be.”

“I guess he escaped when Cerberus left his post.  Well, I doubt very much he will join your kind.  If anything, he will be furious that you took away his chance for revenge against Equestria.”  Mindstorm sighed.  “But that’s my psychology major talking, so ignore it if you find it displeasing.”

“At this point, mare, all we can do is wait and see what the future bring us.”

Mindstorm nodded.  “Okay.  Oh, before I forget, don’t bother sending Sky Heart to rehab.  She...well….she has always had a sexual addiction.  She managed to overcome it for college and we gave her medication to keep her endless libido in check so she could be a productive assistant, but now...well, I’m sure I don’t need to explain.”

“I will take that under advisement, Mindstorm.  Now get some sleep.  We have to wake up early, get Soulfire, get you all piercings and proper slave outfits, and then take you down to your rehabilitation center.”

“Yes, Master.  Good night.”  She curled back up into her pile of hay.  She shuffled a bit to get comfortable as she finally dozed off to sleep.  Her mind was finally at ease.  She had lifted off a great burden from her shoulders.

", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Fall of Equestria: Tainted Minds Chapter 3", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "617" }